I Met My Son’s Bride for the First Time at Their Wedding – Then I Saw Her Cheek, and My Blood Ran Cold

It was a strange request, I know, but I trusted my son’s intuition.

The only glimpse I’d had of his bride-to-be was from a blurry photo he texted me shortly after the proposal.

In the image, her face was turned just enough that only her cheek was visible, pressed against Derek’s shoulder. I remember squinting at the image, trying to make out the tiny birthmark he said she had, but all I could see was a dark smudge.

Still, I thought she looked sweet enough. Kind, maybe.

And she made my son happy — that was enough for me.

Until the moment I saw her walk down the aisle.

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